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Saw you standing in the morning air |
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Black attire in the morning air |
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He said he didn't want a funeral |
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So you're all dressed up with nowhere to go |
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And in your eyes all yo see is black |
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But it's something that you'd rather hold back |
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Because no one likes to look into the well |
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And if you disguise it, you won't have to either |
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Under cover |
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You lived in each other |
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Keep looking for something |
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In nothing, in nothing |
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In nothing, in nothing |
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In nothing |
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All these feelings tingle in your skin |
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Strangely alive, senses sharp in the wind |
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Invisible electricity |
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Filled with wonder by the sound of the trees |
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Under cover |
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You lived in each other |
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Keep looking for something |
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In nothing, in nothing |
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Under cover |
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You lived in each other |
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Saw you standing in the morning air |
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Black attire in the morning air |
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Invisible electricity |
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You realize you've never been this free |
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Under cover |
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You lived in each other |
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Keep looking for something |
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In nothing, in nothing |
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In nothing, in nothing... |
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All dressed up but where |
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I'll you go? |
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You're all dressed up but where will you go. |
